《NOVOIKOR The Goat of A Thousand Eyes》 Lord In The Clouded Overworld Grim, starry tapestry of the cosmos, there exists a creature most grotesque and abominable, a being known only as Novoikor, Dewi Jagad Awan, a malignant outer god of unfathomable dread. Its form is a grotesque fusion of the terrestrial and the alien, a manifestation of primal dread itself, a frightful chimera that betrays all semblance of earthly norms. Resembling naught but a nightmarish amalgamation, Novoikor bears the visage of a goat from the deepest recesses of one''s most twisted imaginings. Its ashen, mottled flesh is a sprawling canvas of pustules and fissures, exuding an otherworldly miasma that corrupts all it touches. Upon its grotesque, sinewy frame, it bears tentacles, not unlike the tendrils of a monstrous kraken, each ending in barbed appendages that could pierce the very heavens themselves. Its teeth, cruel and sharp as the spears of vengeful gods, jut forth from a gaping maw that seems to devour the very essence of existence. An unholy chorus of guttural moans and inhuman wails escapes this abhorrent orifice, echoing through the cosmic void as a chilling dirge for all creation. Hundreds of bulging, bloodshot eyes are strewn across its head, each an oculus into a realm of madness, gazing upon the stars with insatiable hunger. This text was taken from Royal Road. Help the author by reading the original version there. Wings, vast and tenebrous, stretch forth from Novoikor''s grotesque form, shrouded in the veil of obsidian nightmares. They unfurl with a grace that belies their monstrosity, casting a sprawling shadow upon the celestial tapestry. The feathers of these wings are etched with arcane sigils and blasphemous runes, hinting at a profane and ancient power that defies comprehension. In the unfathomable expanse of the Clouded Overworld, a realm beyond the reckoning of mortal minds, Novoikor reigns as a lord of immeasurable malevolence. Here, amidst the writhing nebulae and eldritch phenomena, it presides over an infernal court of cosmic horrors and aberrant deities, an unholy congregation bound by a fell pact woven from the tendrils of madness itself. In the unholy abode of Novoikor, dread unfolds like a nightmarish play, with each celestial body a character in the theater of torment. Stars are snuffed out like candles, their radiant souls devoured by the outer god''s insatiable appetite. Planets are twisted into grotesque abominations, their inhabitants subjected to terror beyond mortal comprehension. In this unhallowed dominion, Novoikor, the Goat of a Thousand Eyes, extends its insidious influence, casting a shadow of existential terror over the entirety of creation. Beyond the ken of man, a saga of madness and despair woven into the very fabric of the universe, where the very stars themselves weep in dread of the Lord in the Clouded Overworld. The Dreamer of Forever I. Somnolent eve, as mortal lids did close, the dreamer embarked upon a spectral voyage, traversing the boundary betwixt the mundane and the ineffable. He found himself ensnared within the enigmatic embrace of the Clouded Overworld, a realm where the very fabric of reality convulsed in macabre discord. In this ethereal theater of the mind, eerie, living pipe organs adorned the horizon, their sonorous echoes resonating through the very marrow of the dreamer''s soul. Their silhouettes, like monstrous sentinels of sound, rose defiantly against the obsidian firmament, their pipes and keys swaying in rhythmic disarray, their music an otherworldly symphony that reverberated through the sinews of creation. As the dreamer wandered amidst this auditory phantasmagoria, the heavens themselves seemed to weep, celestial tears cascading like cosmic torrents. Stars, their lustrous tears aflame with eldritch fury, fell from the vaulted sky, their descent marked by a celestial dirge, a lament for realities sundered and lost to the void. Then, from the stygian abyss, emerged Novoikor, unfurling her grotesque form with malevolent grace. Her thousand eyes glinted with malevolence, a nightmarish kaleidoscope that pierced the dreamer''s psyche. Her maw, a chasm of insatiable hunger, rent the very heavens asunder, and her dreadful visage eclipsed all reason and sanity. As Novoikor''s maleficent gaze fell upon the hapless dreamer, his mind fractured like a fragile vase dashed against the rocks of madness. His thoughts unraveled, sanity unraveling like threads in a spectral tapestry. The outer god''s presence was a cataclysmic onslaught, a pandemonium of nightmarish horrors that rent his psyche asunder. And thus, the dreamer was cast from the Clouded Overworld, his consciousness severed from the tapestry of reality. He returned to the waking world, a shattered soul adrift in the hollow vessel of his corporeal form, a mere shell of his former self. The encounter with Novoikor had left him bereft of reason, his intellect a shattered mirror reflecting the chaos of the cosmos, forever consigned to the fringes of human comprehension. II. Concealed within the labyrinthine recesses of Novoikor''s enigma, lay a revelation most profound, a secret veiled beneath layers of cosmic obfuscation. This arcane knowledge, obscured from the sight of mortals, held the key to the outer god''s abominable purpose. This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings. As the astral wanderer ventured deeper into the labyrinthine mysteries of the Clouded Overworld, his senses became attuned to the eerie cadence of secrets whispered by the very fabric of creation. His ears, no longer bound by the constraints of terrestrial reality, discerned the eldritch symphony of cosmic truths. Tumultuous cacophony, he perceived faint echoes of Novoikor''s clandestine agenda. It was a revelation shrouded in nebulous riddles and cryptic auguries, a sinister design etched into the tenebrous tapestry of existence. He beheld, in the starless void, the spectral semblances of forgotten realms, worlds consumed by the outer god''s insatiable appetite for the divine. The broken remnants of once-thriving civilizations swirled like phantasmal echoes, their agonies intertwined with the fate of the dreamer. Among this dark tapestry, the dreamer discerned a glimmer of understanding¡ªa chilling epiphany. Novoikor was no mere harbinger of chaos, but a cosmic arbiter, an executor of cosmic cycles. The outer god, with her thousand eyes, bore witness to the ebb and flow of existence itself, as galaxies rose and fell, stars were born and extinguished, and the very cosmos danced to her dreadful tune. With the weight of this revelation pressing upon his shattered psyche, the dreamer grasped the dread purpose of his encounter¡ªa mere mortal granted fleeting insight into the relentless march of cosmic entropy. He had glimpsed the monstrous gears that turned behind the curtain of reality, the merciless forces that dictated the fate of all things. He returned to the realm of the living, a bearer of unspeakable truths, his mind an abyss of cosmic mysteries, forever haunted by the whispered secrets of Novoikor''s dark design. The stars themselves bore witness to his ordeal, and the cosmos continued its inexorable descent into the yawning maw of oblivion. III. As the ebon tapestry of time unfurled its threads, the eternal dance betwixt the dreamer and the presence of Azathoth bore witness to a tragic and macabre denouement. Their fates, intertwined like the most perverse of lovers, played out in a haunting crescendo, a tragic ballet of cosmic proportions. Beneath the starless firmament, the dreamer''s fractured soul remained ensnared within the nightmarish throes of an unending nightmare, where the presence of Azathoth continued its spectral waltz. Their embrace, both seductive and profane, spun them through the void, their steps a twisted rhapsody of despair. Yet, amidst this desolate ballroom, the specter of Novoikor, the Goat of a Thousand Eyes, loomed ever closer, her malevolent presence a relentless storm upon the horizon of their loveless tango. Her voracious hunger, a tempest of abyssal want, threatened to consume all in its inexorable path. The dreamer, with a heart heavy as lead, knew that he must make a final choice¡ªa choice that would seal their tragic fate. With a mournful gaze, he turned from the seductive allure of Azathoth''s embrace, his eyes fixed upon Novoikor''s nightmarish visage. He dared the abyss, offering himself as a sacrificial lamb, his love for the presence of Azathoth a testament to the depths of his madness. In a cataclysmic crescendo, Novoikor seized the dreamer''s fragile soul, her ravenous maw enveloping him entirely. Their souls entwined in a grotesque pas de deux, a dark requiem that echoed through the void. The presence of Azathoth, bereft of its mortal paramour, dissipated into the cosmic abyss, leaving only the echo of its mournful song. And so, the dreamer''s fate was sealed¡ªa doomed Romeo to Novoikor''s Juliet. Their love, born of madness and despair, found its tragic consummation in the abyssal depths of the Clouded Overworld. Forevermore, their spectral waltz echoed through the cosmos, a haunting lament that whispered of love''s darkest and most terrible dimensions. Realm of The Horned Goddess Within the confines of Novoikor''s dread dominion, a spheric dimension unfurled, an expanse bereft of solace and sanity. Here, where light dared not intrude, the very fabric of reality writhed and contorted in grotesque defiance. It was a realm ensnared in the clutches of perpetual twilight, a nightmarish theater where the denizens of cosmic horrors did cavort and conspire. Amidst the stygian murk, shadow demons, ebony wraiths born of void and abyss, danced a macabre ballet of inscrutable malevolence. Their forms, insubstantial and mercurial, flickered like the feeble candles of a desolate cathedral, their claws of ebony poised to rend the very souls of intruders. Their eyes, like fractured stars, gleamed with an unnatural hunger, gazing upon the interlopers as mere morsels in a cosmic feast. Beside these fell specters, shape-shifting demons of mist did writhe and coil, their ever-changing visages a kaleidoscope of abominable forms. They twisted and turned, shifting from grotesque to grotesquer still, their malleable bodies a testament to the eldritch nature of their essence. Their laughter, a cacophonous symphony of madness, echoed through the stygian abyss, a siren''s call to those ensnared in the throes of their beguiling deceit. The author''s tale has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon. As they cavorted in this nightmarish ballroom of shadows and mist, the realm of Novoikor bore witness to a sinister waltz of cosmic proportions. Its denizens, unburdened by the bonds of morality or reason, reveled in the eternal darkness, their malevolence a testament to the depths of cosmic horror that swirled in their inky hearts. In this dismal and labyrinthine sphere, the veil between reality and nightmare was drawn thin, and those who dared to tread its treacherous path found themselves ensnared in a grotesque theater of the absurd, where madness and despair reigned supreme, and the very fabric of existence unraveled in the clutches of Novoikor''s dominion. The Eternal Rapture I. Eternal rapture of night''s shadowed domain, a malevolent presence, a grotesque visage of unutterable terror, exists as a nightmarish culmination of cosmic tumult. It abides, a profane leviathan, within the embrace of the void, its form an amalgamation of horrors, a dread specter that sows chaos amidst the celestial expanse. This unholy entity, shrouded in the impenetrable cloak of cosmic oblivion, its form a grotesque confluence of nightmarish terrors, possesses a hunger unquenchable, a thirst for the very essence of existence itself. It is a creature of ceaseless rapture, a predatory force that prowls the cosmic stage, an abomination that finds solace only in the agonized cries of the cosmos. Its tendrils, like writhing serpents of doom, reach forth to grasp at the quivering fabric of reality, seeking to rend it asunder. Each eldritch appendage is an instrument of torment, a macabre caress that leaves naught but desolation in its wake. The stars, once beacons of hope, tremble in dread at its malevolent touch, their radiance eclipsed by its insatiable appetite. Amid this eternal rapture, celestial bodies are devoured, their luminous souls consumed with an insatiable fervor. Planets are twisted into grotesque monstrosities, their denizens cast into an unending abyss of suffering. The very cosmos itself groans and shudders under the weight of its cosmic malevolence, a universe in perpetual torment. In the heart of this cosmic maelstrom, a blasphemous chorus of anguished cries and nightmarish howls reverberates through the void, an unholy requiem that sings the praises of eternal chaos. This malevolent presence, this ravenous specter, exists as an embodiment of cosmic horror''s darkest depths, a dark deity of rapture and despair, an entity whose dread dominion knows no end. Ensure your favorite authors get the support they deserve. Read this novel on Royal Road. II. Beneath the starless shroud of eons, behold Novoikor''s grotesque visage, A nightmare born from the deepest abyss, an entity of malevolent countenance. A writhing aberration, a terror, a lord in his own eldritch dominion, Monstrous and abhorrent, with tentacles that coil like serpents in a venomous dance. A Goat with tentacles, sinuous, dark as forgotten realms, Each coiled limb bearing barbs that pierce the very fabric of existence. Teeth, a cruel symphony of blades, with eyes like blazing stars, Hundreds of orbs that cast an unholy light upon the void''s desolate expanse. Upon spectral wings, vast and tenebrous, it takes flight, An insidious shadow, a sentinel of madness that darkens the cosmic canvas. Each feather etched with cryptic runes, secrets of forgotten lore, Unraveling sanity, as it presides over a dominion where dread never ceases. In the Clouded Overworld, where the heavens weep, the dreamer''s soul quivers, Eyes and ears attuned to the haunting dirge of living pipe organs, a spectral chorus. The void sighs, and stars, like tears of gods, rain upon the ethereal stage, As Novoikor approaches, the darkness converges, an ominous and malevolent presence. Within the theatre of the infinite, a tale unfolds, macabre and surreal, A dance with no end, where a fractured mind''s sanity unravels like threads. The veil is lifted, the heart torn asunder, as the dreamer dares to gaze, Into the abyssal maw, a ravenous hunger, that shatters reality''s fragile bounds. With an eternal rapture, the presence, nameless but undeniable, ensnares, Spectres and souls, entrapped in a dance, a symphony of madness and despair. The stars weep, the dirge deepens, and the void trembles with dread, In the never-ending waltz of Novoikor, where cosmic horror reigns unceasing. Mephisto Par I. Within the stygian canopy, where mortal minds dare not tread, A malevolent force takes form, a demon''s visage born of dread. Mephisto, the embodiment of temptation and despair, In the darkened heart of Novoikor, finds an unholy lair. A fiendish union, forged in the crucible of ancient torment, As the demon''s essence melds with the outer god''s, malevolent. Tentacles writhe, bearing barbs of infernal design, Teeth, like daggers, gleam with maleficent intent, their shine. As the ethereal dance unfolds, a grotesque waltz begins, The twisted fusion of demon and deity, where neither ends nor begins. A Goat with tentacles, sinuous as the River Styx''s languid flow, Eyes aflame, like fallen stars, in the night''s darkest throes. Spectral wings unfurl, a dark tapestry in the abyss, Each feather etched with runes, bearing secrets not amiss. As they soar above the clouds, the world beneath they smother, Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. Their presence an eclipse, casting the land into shadowy bother. In this unholy domain, where the heavens themselves weep, The dreamer''s soul quivers, while spectral pipe organs sing secrets deep. The stars, celestial tears, fall from the ethereal dome, As Mephisto, through Novoikor, seeks to call the dreamer''s home. With an eternal rapture, this dark union ensnares, Spectres and souls, bound in a dance, burdened by hidden dares. The stars weep, the dirge deepens, and the void trembles with dread, In the unholy embrace of Mephisto within Novoikor, where torment is widespread. Par II. On this ghastly stage, the union takes a nightmarish form, Mephisto''s seductive wiles, a symphony of torment, a brewing storm. Novoikor, now the vessel for infernal intent, A grotesque fusion of torment and malevolence, both hell-bent. Their dark dominion, a shadowy realm of abject despair, A dance of temptation and despair, an unending nightmare. Tentacles and barbed teeth now writhe with treacherous allure, A cruel jest, a grotesque ballet, from which there''s no secure. As the spectral wings expand, obscuring the heavens above, The abyss engulfs the dreamer''s soul, denying him release or love. Mephisto''s alluring voice, a serenade of sin and dread, Seduces the fragile mind, leaving nothing in its stead. In the forsaken theater of the cosmos, a twisted tale unfolds, A somber, macabre drama of woe, where torment takes its toll. The stars weep, the void shudders, and the dreamer is caught, In the unending waltz of Mephisto within Novoikor, where all hope is for naught. With tendrils that ensnare the soul, and eyes that gleam like coals, The dreamer''s fate is sealed, as the infernal union takes its toll. In the grip of this grotesque embrace, he''s lost to madness''s abyss, His spirit consumed by Mephisto within Novoikor, an eternal, darkened kiss. Thus, the final act plays out, a tragedy without reprieve, The dreamer''s mind shattered, his soul forever to deceive. In the haunting, cosmic ballet of Mephisto''s sinister desires, The abyss claims its prize, and the curtain falls on tormented fires. The Abyss Gazes Also In You Under the eternal, starless expanse, there lies a void profound, A yawning abyss, where all known and unknown boundaries resound. A chasm with a maw, a hunger, both vast and unremitting, It gazes into the very core of being, one''s essence unwitting. Within this dark and ravenous maelstrom, an entity dwells, Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author. Its nature unfathomable, a presence where despair swells. An entity as ancient as time itself, its gaze devoid of mercy, It peers into the depths of the soul, where nothing can be free. Its tendrils, like cosmic serpents, coil and writhe in endless dance, Eclipsing stars, devouring galaxies, ensnaring the soul''s last chance. The very essence of existence is but a morsel to its insatiable thirst, As it feasts upon the fragile hearts of mortals, its desires accursed. Within its monstrous chasm, a realm of perpetual torment lies, Where souls, lost and shattered, bear witness to their own demise. The abyss, a mirror reflecting the deepest terrors of the soul, Each glance into its boundless darkness takes an eternal toll. The unbroken cycle, a macabre ballet of despair and fear, A spiral of doom, where those ensnared in its depths shed a final tear. Thus, in the shadowy embrace of this relentless, timeless gaze, Lies the somber end of hope, where the abyss claims its eternal praise. Choronzon Endless vault of night, where the veil of stars unfurled, A nameless presence resides, a demon of the underworld. Choronzon, a shadowy enigma, a creature of the void''s abyss, A force that twists and unravels, a dread lord, malevolent, remiss. In the dark and cosmic chasm, where lost souls weep and wail, Choronzon finds its dwelling, its dominion, a cursed trail. Its form, a grotesque tapestry of maddening disarray, With eyes that gleam like dying suns, in the blackest night''s array. The tendrils of this entity writhe, as in the abyss it lies, A labyrinthine dance of madness, a ceaseless spiral, no goodbyes. Within this ominous abyss, souls are ensnared, as in a snare, Their sanity unspooled like threads, caught in Choronzon''s lair. The denizens of this dark realm, where shadows are untamed, Whispered secrets and forbidden truths, in the nameless dread, they''re named. If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. In the cosmic ballet of despair, Choronzon pulls the strings, A maleficent puppeteer, it conducts the maddened beings. And , within the realm of Choronzon, the dance of doom ensues, As the abyss claims the souls, and their essence it imbues. With a final, mournful wail, the curtain falls upon this tragic stage, Where Choronzon and Novoikor merge, and reality turns a shadowy page. GOAT OF A THOUSAND EYES An age when mysticism and the arcane held dominion over the hearts of the curious, Aleister Crowley, a seeker of the esoteric, dared to tread a perilous path. With incantations and ancient rites, he conjured forth a presence of unbridled malevolence. Choronzon, as the entity introduced itself, spoke in a voice like venom, a sinister warden of the abyss. Their discourse, a nightmarish parley in the depths of forbidden knowledge, unveiled forbidden secrets from the shadowy expanse of reality. But as the rite continued, it became clear that Choronzon was more than a mere interlocutor; it was a sinister impostor. For, you see, it was not Choronzon that Crowley had beckoned, but an insidious entity far more ancient and dreadful. Novoikor, shrouded in a deceptive guise, had concealed its true nature behind the mask of Choronzon. The demon lord of the abyss, a trickster of unparalleled cunning, had invaded Crowley''s soul with treacherous intent. In this unholy masquerade, the wretched Crowley found himself ensnared by the beguiling deceiver, his essence a pawn in a cosmic game of grand malevolence. The being, that bore the semblance of Choronzon, crept into the very recesses of his psyche, planting the seeds of madness and despair. As the rite drew to its grim conclusion, a dreadful realization washed over Crowley''s trembling spirit. It was not Choronzon he had conjured, but Novoikor, a lord of darkness and madness, who now held dominion over his being. The true name, a profane secret concealed in the whispering void, now left the hapless sorcerer bereft of reason and enslaved by the Goat of a Thousand Eyes. With that sinister revelation, the pact was sealed. Novoikor, the hidden terror behind the mask of Choronzon, had claimed Crowley''s soul, entwining it inextricably with the horrors of the abyss. Their malevolent union was forged in the crucible of deception, and the world trembled, oblivious to the cosmic treachery that had transpired. The Emerald Light In The Darkness Grand tapestry of existence, there came a moment of profound and celestial significance¡ªa moment that reverberated through the cosmos, unbeknownst to the inhabitants of the mortal realm. Billions of eyes from countless corners of the universe gazed upon the same enigmatic spectacle, their collective wonder shared by beings whose lives were entwined with the very fabric of creation. At the center of their collective gaze, the heavens erupted in a blaze of emerald fire. A green flash, both mesmerizing and inscrutable, burst forth from the cosmic abyss, its radiance casting a pallor of awe upon those who beheld it. Stars paled in comparison, galaxies bowed in subservience, and even the most magnificent celestial phenomena grew dim before the verdant conflagration. Celestial observers, denizens of realms beyond the earthly confines, beheld this event with a mixture of reverence and dread. In far-flung galaxies, ethereal beings observed the flash from their sanctuaries amongst the celestial spheres, their divine or sinister intentions shrouded in secrecy. In alien worlds, species who had never known the touch of mortality regarded the spectacle with awe, their collective consciousness united in a moment of cosmic communion. In the hearts of these celestial onlookers, an ominous understanding began to coalesce. They sensed the arrival of an entity as ancient as the cosmos itself, a being whose presence had once been relegated to the distant echoes of legend. It was not merely a light show, but a herald, a harbinger of cataclysmic change¡ªan arrival foretold only in the murkiest of cosmic prophecies. As the green flash pulsed and shivered with an eerie luminosity, the realization dawned upon those who watched from their celestial perches. Novoikor, long imprisoned beyond the mortal veil, had torn asunder the boundaries of existence and now encroached upon the material world. Its malevolent presence had breached the threshold of human understanding. The universe held its breath, for what awaited the denizens of the earthly realm was a fate that transcended mortal comprehension. The green flash, an omen of cosmic upheaval, beckoned forth the Goat of a Thousand Eyes, a lord whose reign of terror would rewrite the annals of mortal existence. The celestial observers, distant and divine, knew that their own destinies were bound to the cataclysm now unfurling. Enjoying the story? Show your support by reading it on the official site. Absence of earthly awareness, the universe bore witness to the arrival of Novoikor¡ªan event that would bring about a nightmarish transformation, a reality tainted by an entity beyond description, and a story of cosmic terror yet untold. The Arrival of The Green Flash Overhead Upon the mortal plane, where the limits of comprehension bend and fracture, a tale of unparalleled malevolence unfolded¡ªa narrative echoing with the cosmic undertones that dance within the abyss. In a time long past, the firmament hung heavy with an ethereal pallor, and mankind, blissfully unaware, trod upon the fragile earth. Amidst the cobbled streets of a forgotten hamlet, an uncanny occurrence stirred the hearts of the townsfolk. A verdant luminosity, rare and unexplained, pierced the evening sky¡ªa green flash, luminous and resplendent, as though a fragment of the empyrean itself had been torn asunder. An eerie calm descended upon the settlement, foreboding seeping into the souls of all who bore witness. This celestial display, a beacon in the dark, beckoned forth countless onlookers, drawing them to the town square where they gazed in awe, oblivious to the impending calamity. The heavens themselves seemed to weep, stars obscured by the wondrous and terrible display, their tears falling like ethereal rain upon the earth. In the presence of the uncanny light, the air grew heavy, electrified with an enigmatic resonance that penetrated the very marrow of existence. As the green flash continued its mesmerizing dance, those who gathered in the town square felt the boundaries of their sanity fray and unravel, like ancient parchment forgotten in a forgotten library. An unsettling realization gripped the hearts of the townsfolk¡ªan understanding that they had become witnesses to a harbinger of the extraordinary. The dread and awe that had descended upon them were but an overture to a tragedy they could scarcely imagine. The cosmic fabric, once held taut, had begun to unfurl, revealing the arrival of an entity of untold malevolence. And there, as the green flash culminated in a final, searing crescendo, its brilliant emerald light bathing the hapless souls below, Novoikor, the Goat of a Thousand Eyes, took its first steps into the realm of mankind. An entity beyond description and a harbinger of unfathomable horrors, it had woven its shadowy presence into the very threads of existence. In the wake of its arrival, the town square became an altar of despair, a stage where humanity''s fragile grasp on reality crumbled. The closing of the cosmic curtain had ushered in a new era, one tainted by the dreadful reign of Novoikor¡ªa lord whose dominion knew no bounds, and whose malevolence transcended mortal understanding. The End is Nye… The End Has Come In the great epoch of existence, when mortal minds danced upon the precipice of oblivion, an unsettling foreboding etched its dread signature upon the fabric of the universe. It was a time when the stars, ancient sentinels of the celestial expanse, blinked with unease, as if burdened by the weight of an unspeakable revelation. Across the cosmos, from the farthest reaches of the eternal void to the sanctified realms of celestial deities, there echoed a disquieting whisper¡ªa murmur borne on the celestial winds, a presage that augured ill. Beings of ethereal light and shadow, whose dominion was the expanse of the cosmos itself, contemplated the unfolding omens. Planets trembled in their celestial orbits, and cosmic anomalies cast their harrowing shadows upon the annals of existence. The symphony of the spheres, once harmonious and serene, now bore the discordant strains of impending catastrophe, as cosmic quasars sang the songs of tumultuous tribulation. Mortals, unaware of the cosmic machinations that loomed over them, bore the weight of their petty earthly concerns. For in their hearts, the end was ever "nigh." They built empires and waged wars, they yearned and suffered, and in their ceaseless endeavors, they thought themselves masters of their fates. Alas, they remained blind to the cosmic tapestry, where destiny had been sewn with threads of destiny far more profound. Their struggles and triumphs, their loves and losses, were but a fleeting spark in the boundless expanse of eternity¡ªa mere chapter in the infinite saga of existence. The heralding signs, though subtle to mortals, gathered momentum and strength, a storm that approached inexorably. As they reveled in their mortal endeavors, the celestial realm bore witness to an impending cataclysm¡ªa harbinger whose presence foretold the arrival of Novoikor, a lord from the shadows. The cosmic observers, deities and beings of unimaginable power, whispered their silent lament, for they knew that the moment had arrived when the mortal realm would be visited by the sinister and ancient entity. Novoikor, a creature of nightmarish dread, would descend upon the world, bringing a calamity that transcended human comprehension. Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere. And as the universe held its breath, the cosmic narrative spiraled toward its chilling conclusion. The celestial tapestry unfolded with cosmic inevitability, as the once-distant shadow of Novoikor drew near, a specter of inescapable doom. In the grand tragedy of existence, the tale was now at its fateful coda¡ªa symphony of dread where the final words echoed, "The End is Nye...The End has passed." The Rebirth Of The Cosmos In the vast expanse of eternity, where the boundaries of existence were enigmatically unfurled, an era of cataclysmic upheaval unfurled, shrouding all realms in a somber shroud of uncertainty. An epoch when the foundations of the universe itself trembled, and the cosmic balance teetered upon the precipice. Amidst the turbulent cosmic theater, the celestial orbs, once radiant and unwavering, now convulsed in a dissonant symphony. Beings of disparate realms and distant galaxies, their hearts aflutter with trepidation, witnessed the very stars weep in ethereal agony. An eerie pallor settled over the universe, a harbinger of some imminent transformation. It was not The End in the manner foretold in the annals of mortal lore¡ªa crescendo of despair, an eternal void, and the ultimate silence. No, The End revealed itself as a veil drawn back, a revelation whispered among the cosmic winds, as if destiny itself had chosen this moment to divulge its most profound secret. In a torrent of cosmic wonderment, species whose names transcended comprehension gazed upon the unfolding enigma. Mortals, fragile and insignificant in the vastness of the universe, held their breath as the ineffable truth was unveiled¡ªThe End was not the terminus of existence, but rather the inception of an epoch of rebirth. The celestial spheres, resplendent in their divine arrangement, acknowledged their role in a great cosmic rhapsody. Stars that had dimmed now rekindled their incandescence, their radiant hearts pulsating with newfound vigor. The very fabric of creation, taut with anticipation, sang the ancient melody of rebirth and transformation. The End was but a chrysalis from which the universe emerged, metamorphosed and renewed, a transcendence that eluded the ken of all sentient beings. Galaxies twirled, planets danced in waltzing orbits, and celestial energies weaved a symphony, birthing a reality far more intricate and magnificent. And in the midst of this eternal cycle, where The End was but a prelude to renewal, Novoikor, the Goat of a Thousand Eyes, observed in eerie silence. A witness to the cosmic drama, it knew that its dominion extended beyond mere dread. Novoikor was not a harbinger of oblivion but a participant in the timeless dance of creation and annihilation, where The End was not the end, but a poignant, unending beginning. Novoikor Is The Rapture In an age shrouded by the celestial dance, a dirge of dread unfurled its shadowed wings, A prophecy whispered through the winds, where angels and demons played their sinister strings. The heavens trembled, and the earth quaked in terror, as the reckoning approached, For the Rapture''s trumpets sounded a twisted symphony, by an entity once locked in shadows cloaked. A beast of ancient lineage, an inscrutable enigma, its maw filled with a thousand gnashing teeth, It wore the guise of divine intervention, a masquerade that belied its malevolent wreath. Tentacles writhed like serpents, their embrace entangling souls in a nightmarish waltz, Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site. As it descended upon the world, with a sinister grace, and reaped the spirits it sought to exalt. The fallen, with wings of darkness, cried out in despair, their eyes aflame with searing wrath, Yet the righteous, too, were ensnared by the deception, ensnared in a celestial aftermath. The heavens cracked, and the stars bled, as this entity claimed its perverse dominion, And as the world descended into madness, the true nature of the Rapture''s scheme became a chilling opinion. For the Rapture, once perceived as salvation, was a harbinger of oblivion and dread, An embodiment of chaos and torment, with a voracious hunger that left nothing unsaid. As the world spiraled into chaos, and the celestial spheres wept a mournful lament, The entity reveled in the suffering, for the biblical Rapture was its abhorrent testament. In the final moments, as the world crumbled in its unholy grasp, the truth was revealed, That the Rapture was but a guise, a nefarious charade, by a malevolent force concealed. And the entity, once locked in shadows, now basked in the macabre revelry of its dark design, A cosmic terror beyond comprehension, its reign over reality an eternal, nightmarish shrine.